A week on and not a single syllable has been exchanged,
The picture of yesterday has wrongfully been framed.
A maimed man limps with an ever growing hole,
The emotional transaction is taking its toll.
He pauses at the point where they first kissed,
A dampened memory, it will be dearly missed.
It was cold then, when their lips first paired,
But their eyes kept warm as they hopefully stared.
The cold now is more than bone deep,
There is no further for it to seep.
He sheds a tear on the riverside bank,
Where his hope of love has now but sank.